A worthy venture
trying and the reward of
being and loving
Shapes are feel. Reflect
and the color of star eyes.
Circle gets the square.
girls
My Tuesday Was Better Than Your Tuesday
There are champions
of good intentions. I am
not generally.
However, today
I succeed in mind/matter.
Successes are sweet.
Occasionally,
they also let you buy them
dinner. Walks, talks. Wins.
I Can’t Touch a Thing, I Can’t Say a Thing, I can’t BE a Thing
Like a hawk, eyeing
Seeing you is stirring me
Far dream, like a sun
I Can’t Figure Out if its Because I Avoid Them or Because They Avoid Me
I feel no sense of
connection to many peers.
I’m the foreigner.
Cute Girls and Coffee are the Bane of My Existence OR Womp.
Coffee me please. “Room?”
No thanks. (Say something. More. NOW!)
“Anything else?” No.
Its a Shame I Don’t Know Your Name Because I Watch You Watch and You’re Not the Same
Lovely spring abound
Outside, sun and legs and love
Inside, brunettes. Yes.
Sweet and Sour at This Hour
A short lived ride with
a beautiful girl. So sweet,
sour when it ends
Rides can last longer
and girls, more, more beautiful
Still sour, still ends
You, Me, Us – !Hello!/?Goodbye? City With a Y
Uplift party, me.
You are bouncing and waving;
I am eyeing life.
Existentialism, Garret and I Talk About Girls
People, buzzing, beer.
Smarts and looks and my thoughts lie,
in a question. You?
There is Talent at the Bar Drinking Tequila
All girls have powers.
“Jack Kerouac is my guy.”
My brain, exploding.
This is more vague than I had anticipated. There was a beautiful girl at the bar and she was talking about Jack Kerouac and I was digging on her and then she said that and her other friend responded with this un-knowing, half-laugh. Maybe this doesn’t make it less vague.
